Visible to the naked eye.

The aura on his body instantly became weakened!

"Tao injury!"

Zhuang Yuchen saw his situation and his face turned pale again, "You are a Taoist injury..."

A monk in Tongtian Realm.

The source of cultivation is the law.

The collapse of the law means the Dao injury. If there is no special method, even if Gu Han recovers the external injury, the Dao journey will end here, and there will be no possibility of progress in his life!

"Everything is going to die!"

Opposite, the cultivator of the Infinite Realm was also amazed at Gu Han's strength, but still sneered: "What are you concerned about if you are injured or not!"

"Why do you have to?"

Looking at Gu Han who still holds the sword and does not retreat, the man looked incredible, "You are dead, what does that origin mean to you? Many of my fellow practitioners in Hengrong Realm are here..."

While talking.

He pointed around and continued to put pressure on Gu Han: "You think you can escape from the palm of our waiting hand..."

"hand?"

Before he finished speaking, a cold voice suddenly interrupted him, "What hand?"

The man was stunned.

I took a subconscious look and was stunned on the spot!

Where is my...hand?

Fortunately, one of his right arm disappeared strangely at this moment, as if he had never before, as if... he was born with one-armed man!

Silently.

A arm gently stretched to Gu Han's lips and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The sound rang again, changing the coldness of the past, with endless tenderness.

"Young Master, you have a break."
Chapter completed!